The Dark-Skinned Boy

"Then I'll guard him. You guys keep the zone defense!" After speaking, Li Ke winked at Li Zirong, Liu Yong, and the others.

"Got it!" Liu Yong and the others nodded.

After saying that, Li Ke rushed forward, spreading his arms to guard Zhang Jian.

"Zhang Jian!" At that moment, Wang Shun shouted and passed the basketball to Zhang Jian.

The moment Zhang Jian caught the ball, Li Ke was already guarding him tightly. Li Ke's powerful build and height, only slightly shorter than his own, put him under enormous pressure. Zhang Jian could not even turn around, and he was afraid Li Ke would steal the ball if he dribbled, so he could only pass it out again.

"Damn it!" Zhang Jian's eyes burned as he glared viciously at Li Ke.

"Hmph!" Li Ke rolled his eyes at him and smiled faintly.

With Li Ke guarding him, Zhang Jian shifted uncomfortably. Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Right!" Zhang Jian cried out inwardly and waved at Wang Shun, who was looking for someone to pass to. Wang Shun did not hesitate to pass the basketball to Zhang Jian. After catching it, Zhang Jian used his body to bump Li Ke backward. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and a smile gradually appeared.

"Let's see how you defend me this time!" A fierce confidence flashed in Zhang Jian's eyes, bright and blazing.

Holding the basketball, Zhang Jian leaned his back against Li Ke. Using his left foot as a pivot, he slowly moved his right foot backward while tilting his upper body back against Li Ke.

"Kid, you're still too green!" Li Ke pressed tightly against Zhang Jian from behind and spoke into his ear.

A flicker of anger crossed Zhang Jian's eyes, but he immediately sneered. "Is that so?"

As he spoke, Zhang Jian suddenly took a huge step forward!

In an instant, Zhang Jian opened up the distance between himself and Li Ke. His step was enormous, putting nearly a meter between them.

Li Ke immediately lunged at him, raising both hands to defend.

Unexpectedly, after stepping away, Zhang Jian spun around, pushed off with his right foot, and launched himself into the air. He raised his arm high, his eyes fixed firmly on the hoop.

Swish! Zhang Jian released the ball, sending it flying toward the basket.

Li Ke had not even reached Zhang Jian when he saw him shoot directly. Startled, he withdrew the hands he had prepared to block with and immediately turned around to grab the rebound.

"A step-back jumper!?" On the other side, Zhu Zhan stared at Zhang Jian's step-back jumper in surprise, deeply shaken. He had not expected Zhang Jian to have learned this move.

Clang! The basketball flew toward the rim, struck its edge, and bounced up with a sharp ring.

"Not good!" Although the ball had bounced up, Li Ke did not relax. Instead, he cried out in alarm.

Zhu Zhan also stared closely at the hoop.

But the most nervous person was Zhang Jian, who had just landed and was still holding his shooting form.

Zhang Jian's eyes contained only the basketball hanging in the air.

The rebounding ball slowly fell through the air, heading straight for the hoop.

That was why Li Ke had cried out.

Zhang Jian's eyes widened as he stared at the ball's path and prayed inwardly, Go in, go in!

Swish! The basketball dropped through the hoop.

"Yeah!" Zhang Jian cheered loudly, gave Li Ke a contemptuous look, jumped in place, and pumped his fist hard.

"Class 6, go! Class 6, go!" The Class 6 students immediately erupted, cheering for Zhang Jian.

"Hmph, just luck, idiot!" Li Ke curled his lip and shook his head.

At the frontcourt, the PE teacher, Zhang Jun, stood there and sighed inwardly. What a kid!

Then he blew his whistle at the student standing by the scoreboard and held up two fingers.

Grade 7, Class 5 VS Grade 7, Class 6. Current score: 12:4!

While Li Ke, Zhu Zhan, and the others were locked in a fierce battle against Zhang Jian's class, many intense scenes were playing out on the other basketball courts as well.

Class 1's court.

Class 1 was facing Class 9. Although Class 9 had more than twenty boys, they all preferred playing soccer. As a result, Class 1, dressed in yellow jerseys, held an overwhelming sixteen-point lead over Class 9, who wore white jerseys!

And Class 1's superstar point guard and school team member, Wang Cheng, had already scored fourteen points.

On the court, Wang Cheng wore a yellow number 24 jersey as he dribbled the basketball forward on a fast break.

About five meters behind him, the boys from Class 9 chased after him with all their strength, panting heavily.

Wang Cheng tilted his head to glance back slightly, a faint smile on his lips, then accelerated toward the basket with the ball.

Playing a trash class like this is really boring! Wang Cheng thought. Charging into the paint, he reached out and flicked the ball up.

Swish! The basketball spun out of his hand, arcing high through the air before dropping into the hoop.

"Hmph!" Wang Cheng turned around and coldly looked over the Class 9 players chasing after him, drenched in sweat. The disdain in his eyes was intense.

"Class 1, number one! Class 1, number one!" At that moment, Class 1's cheerleaders shouted excitedly.

All the Class 1 students wore class uniforms printed with the words Class 1. They had carried desks and stools down to sit beside the basketball court, and under the lead of a chubby boy, they chanted their cheers in perfect unison.

Wang Cheng looked toward Class 1's cheerleaders and raised a hand in a victory sign.

He swept his gaze over the crowd and immediately spotted Wen Ting in her cute pink baseball cap.

Wen Ting wore Class 1's white uniform and a pink baseball cap. Her silky black hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, while her bright, wide eyes kept looking around as though she were searching for something.

Wang Cheng had been delighted to see Wen Ting and was about to score even more to show off in front of her. But when he saw her searching expression, his face immediately turned cold, and his gaze became frighteningly sharp.

Damn it, she must be looking for Li Ke! Wang Cheng was furious, jealousy flashing through his eyes. Turning around, he ran forward with an expression like he wanted to devour someone.

Smack! Without looking where he was going, Wang Cheng slammed straight into a Class 9 boy in front of him.

The Class 9 boy staggered from the impact and nearly fell. He steadied himself and was about to curse, but then he saw Wang Cheng staring at him without a word, his eyes cold and dangerous.

The boy's heart trembled, and he turned around and ran off.

"Hmph!" Wang Cheng snorted coldly and headed toward the backcourt.

At the same time, on another court.

Class 12 VS Class 7!

On the court, a dark-skinned boy around 1.6 meters tall dribbled the basketball as he calmly assessed the opposing defender.

"Zhou Yingji! Go!"

The Class 12 students cheered loudly from the sidelines, calling out the name of the boy with the ball.

Zhou Yingji was 1.81 meters tall, with an exceptionally well-proportioned and coordinated body. He dribbled with ease, his eyes scanning from side to side as he planned his route for a breakthrough.

He looked calm and composed, not anxious in the slightest. Casually bouncing the basketball, he seemed to regard the defender before him not as a person, but merely as a motionless obstacle.